by Martha Woods
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Bonus Book 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Bonus Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Bonus Book 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
The Alpha’s Torment
(Book 5 of Werewolves of Boulder Junction)
Martha Woods
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Bonus Book 1
The Vampire’s Desire
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Bonus Book 2
Escaping the Demon's Trap
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Mysteries of a Vampire
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
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Chapter 1
"Goddammit..."
Andrew Moore stumbled as he walked out into the street, the door to his latest gambling adventure slamming shut behind him, his income securely tucked into someone’s pocket behind it.
He tramped through the snow, specks of white dusting his shoulders as he trudged by people who went out of their way to avoid him, his breath stinking of bourbon he couldn't afford, and his clothes ragged from disrepair. One would be forgiven for thinking him homeless, and if he kept losing money they would soon not even be wrong.
For someone who loved gambling so much, he wasn't very good at it. Which likely explained why he was in debt to five different loan sharks and his daughter was no longer a part of his life. A smarter man might have seen that as a sign that they should change, though Andrew wasn't exactly winning any awards.
Ahh, his daughter. His head filled with thoughts and memories, what little ones he had where they had both been happy. When he'd managed to get a clamp down on his addiction long enough to think that he could have a happy family, with a wife he supported and a daughter he could love. It was only a matter of time before those addictions caught up to them. When he started gambling again it was the first splinter in their relationship, by the time his wife died he'd all but given up on the idea. There were moments where both he and Skylar attempted to at least maintain the illusion, but it was too painful, too fake.
The best thing for the both of them was for him to be gone from her life, so that's what he had done. Someone as toxic as him could only bring her harm, at least with him gone she could find some measure of peace. Or at least, that had been the plan.
He shouldered a random pedestrian out of his way, the strangers nose wrinkling at the stench of liquor and the slurred "Fuck off" they got in response to their protests. He was in no mood to wait around for them to move, his mind occupied by the news that his daughter had been attacked in some way. He didn't know the specifics, no one did, but Sarconi Sr. marching into Boulder Junction with thirty men and returning with none wasn't something that could go by unnoticed. There was no idea on why he had gone there, or who he had gone to see, but Andrew knew. He knew just as well that it was his fault as well, an old debt that he had gotten into, with a man he should have known better than to go in business with.
He rounded the corner, his apartment looming in front of him, the prospect of sliding into a warm bed after such a terrible night almost too good to be true. He stomped up the steps, his hand sliding over the phone he kept in his pocket, though these days he hardly ever used it. Pretty much it was all used for was...
He shook his head, no use in thinking about that. No good would come of it.
Andrew shoved his door open, his empty lounge in his lonely one-bedroom apartment flooding with light before he slammed it shut again. He fumbled in the dark for the light switch, blinking his eyes when the artificial light's flickered on. The jacket was discarded, tossed onto his ratty old couch to gather dust and remain unwashed yet again. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling the bones in his back-pop back into place with each twist he made. The days of Andrew Moore's youth were long gone.
The floor boards creaked as his heavy feet stepped upon them, the apartment itself looking fit to
fall apart any second. The walls were water stained, the floor patchy and torn up, it was a miracle that the building hadn't been condemned. "Perfect place for me." He said with a laugh, walking over to the fridge. A sudden gust of air chilled him to the bone, and with a sigh he looked over to the end of the hallway, where a window was wide open, curtains billowing in the night air.
He shut the window, hands lingering on the frame and eyes going wide in realization. "I didn't leave any windows open." A creaking sound drew his attention to the bedroom, his ears pricked and sensitive to whatever intrusion had found itself into his home. He knew how things like this worked though, which meant that running was out of the question, they'd have people waiting outside for just that. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose as he began to walk towards his bedroom door.
"Probably just some goon, here to make a point. Let's just get it over with."
Andrew clutched the handle and threw the door open, fully expecting to be greeted by some hired thug with a tattoo on his cheek, some punk who collected debts in between shifts at the burger joint down the street.
What he never expected was to come face to face with the specter of many a person's nightmares, one of the underworlds most dreaded boogiemen and the cause of countless restless nights to Andrew himself.
Sarconi Sr. smiled from his seat on Andrew's bed, his face twisting such a normally pleasant greeting into something ugly. "Well hello Andrew, or do you prefer Andy? I can never tell if someone prefers the shorter term honestly, it's something that still alludes me."
"Mr. Sarconi..." Andrew edged in slowly, keeping his back close to the wall. "What's this about? If it's about the money I owe your kid I can tell you I'm getting it together..."
Sarconi waved his hand. "Forget about that, my kid's dead. Pretty much wipes your debt by default doesn't it?"
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, you're not." He held up his hand. "Don't deny it, to be honest I'm not either."
Andrew was taken aback, to see someone so callously disregard their own blood... Well it explained a few things at least. "Then... What are you here for?"
Sarconi stood, cracking his neck. "I'm gonna need you to come with me, you don't have a choice in this. Only choice you have is whether you want to do this the easy way or the hard way."
He widened his eyes. "I don't-"
"Hard then." Sarconi's fist cracked into Andrew's nose, his head flinging back at the same time as a black bag was drawn over him. The fabric clung tightly over his nose and mouth, his fingers clutching at his throat where the cord was digging into the skin, punches being forced into his stomach as he slowly started to lose consciousness. Sarconi's sneering voice was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.
"They're gonna pay for what they did, you'll see."
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Skylar threw her head back in ecstasy, her voice long since gone as she squirmed on top of the covers, her husband clutching down hard on her hips. Liam’s head was firmly between her thighs, his mouth working wonders against her sensitive folds, his tongue jolting her body with every swipe. “Oh my god Liam! Please don’t stop!”
He pushed himself against her even harder, his tongue pushing into her at the same time as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth wide in a silent scream as she felt her body begin to tingle. Liam nuzzled his face against her, tongue bumping against her clit as he continued to almost ravenously feast on her, the taste of her arousal overwhelming any form of self-control that he could have normally possessed. His own arousal was plain, painful even, as he was forced to neglect his own needs to service his own.
All in good time, the two of them were good at returning favors.
He reached up, pushing two of his fingers inside of her, and that was the last push she needed. Her legs clamped around his head, her hips grinding against his face feverishly, desperately chasing down any way to prolong the incredible feeling of her orgasm. Her vision went white, stars dancing behind her eyelids as her body shook and shuddered, her breath hitching as she slowly started to come down, his attentions gently bringing her back down to earth.
He rubbed her leg, Skylar’s head lazily looking over to him. “Hey.” Liam grinned. “How was that?”
She rolled her eyes, pushing him onto his back with her leg, smoothly maneuvering to straddle him before he could even register what happened. “Oh. I think I like this answer.”
Skylar gripped him in her hand, angling him to enter her just right before slowly sliding down onto him. Liam clenched his teeth, a throaty growl forcing its way through as her incredible heat surrounded him inch by inch. She sank down until her hips were flush with his, grinding herself against him as he let his head fall back, all his willpower focused on keeping his climax at bay.
“How do I feel?” She asked, one hand tenderly stroking his cheek. Her hips rose and fell upon his own, his length pressing wonderfully into her deepest depths. “Do I feel good?”
Liam pressed his teeth tightly down on his lip, tasting blood. He met her in the middle with his own thrusts, her body vibrating and her chest heaving with the force of his impacts. His hands reached up, squeezing the tender flesh of her bosom as she whimpered and groaned above him, her own fingers coming down to toy and rub at herself, the both of them rapidly approaching incoherence as the faint whispers of orgasm started to speak their mind.
“You feel so goddamn good.” He grunted, burying himself as deep as he could before withdrawing once more. “Nothing in this world can even compare.” Liam’s hands traveled down to her backside, each little touch and brush of his fingers down her skin sending waves of desire rushing to her core. He grabbed two generous handfuls, her pliable cheeks almost melting within his squeezing fingers, Skylar almost collapsing onto him in her pleasure.
He caught her gently, pushing her back slowly until she was resting upon the covers, her hair splayed out wildly and her skin flush with passion. Liam leaned down, his teeth attacking her neck as she dragged her fingernails down his back, thin lines drawing blood as he continued to thrust into her, legs winding around his own to push him deeper still. He cupped her cheek, thumb teasing its way over her pouting lips before she sucked it in, his eyes going wide as she licked and sucked at the thick digit, his arousal growing so fast he was afraid he would explode on the spot.
“My god...” He said in awe, mouth open in his disbelief. “You’re so beautiful it’s almost a curse.”
Skylar merely smirked in response, her hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling back. A surprised moan tore its way out of Liam’s throat, his reaction surprising him most of all, her grip only intensifying when she heard his pleasure. She pulled him down, growling into his ear, “Not inside this time. I want you to finish on me.”
Liam was a slave to obey, his hips working overtime as he sought desperately to obey her wish. He pulled her legs up, her lower body lifting off the surface of the bed as he gripped her desperately and threw himself with reckless abandon into her, growls and pants punctuating each slap of skin against skin, the sheets soaked through with sweat and arousal.
Liam’s vision began to go white, yet he didn’t stop thrusting. He was determined to spend as much time as he could giving her as much pleasure as he could, even if the delay to his release was maddening. Finally, it became too much, dropping her back to the mattress, her body bouncing with a giggle as he took himself in hand. His hand worked back and forth in rough, messy strokes, Skylar leaning back on her elbows with her cleavage pressed together in front of him, eagerly awaiting his release. He came with a shout, ropes of his spend painting her body like a canvas. Her stomach was thoroughly marked, his cum floating in the crook of her cleavage, the feeling of his release covering her body enough to send her shuddering over the edge, teeth digging into her lip as she fell back, shaking on top of the sheets.
Liam collapsed next to her, hand seeking out hers as they both breathed heavily, coming down from the most intense climax of the morni
ng. He looked to his side, the sight of her painted with his seed almost enough to harden him again, but they’d already been at it all morning.
Even shifters don’t have limitless stamina.
Liam stood, walking to the bathroom and wetting a cloth before coming back, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his wife. “May I?” He said, bringing the cloth forward at her nod. He cleaned her off, enough attention paid between her legs to be clearly teasing before he moved on to the rest of her body. She giggled and squirmed under the attention but was struck by the amount of love she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. “You know, if you think I’m getting bored with the sex, you don’t have to...”
Skylar placed a finger across his lips, silencing him. “It’s not like that Liam. I just wanted to try something different, that’s all.” She tilted her head, suddenly unsure. “Is that alright?”
He squeezed her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “It’s more than alright Sky. I just wanted to make sure.” He chuckled, “I’m not sure how much more I’ll be able to take, you just might be the death of me at this rate.”
She smirked. “I’m sure there’re worse ways that you could go out.”
“No doubt.” He scoffed, “I’m sure Cayden thought of a few before our truce.”
“You’ve been mentioning him constantly this last week.” She rolled her eyes, laughing to herself, “Just admit that you two are friends already!”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort. You’ll have to pry the words out of me, and I’m not going to break easily.”
She slinked up to his side, winding her arms around his neck and leaning in, biting the tip of his ear. “What if I didn’t have sex with you until you admitted it?”
“That...” He paused, sighing deeply, “Would probably work. Please don’t do that.”
She laughed, the shaking of her body against his warming his heart. “Fine, fine. That would honestly be just as much a punishment to me. And it is pretty funny seeing you two dance around it.”
“Yeah, laugh it up.” He kissed her cheek, a hand stroking along her stomach as he looked into her eyes tenderly. “We’re going to meet them soon, can you believe it?”
